A lonely man
At Pen: Siddharth Ganguly
I'm but a lonely man who travels alone,
I don't actually care about you calling my phone;
It is but a travesty that I travel alone,
I cannot afford a space for two as I'm on my own.
And no, I won't be rhyming whatever I rhyme tonight,
My life in a shell of a sea that never crashes it's shore;
Must remember my home address in this noisy road,
There isn't a lot of things to remember here though.
Sometimes, I fail to understand why,
Leaves and their colours change;
Autumn falling on my shoulder,
I'm an excuse for a man I should've been.
I can just look out for signals,
From the blowing wind in North Kolkata;
Clouds that hide the Sun so much,
It gets difficult to believe your eyes.
Roots of imagination of men and women,
Challenged by children on the street;
If I could ever get money I'll buy them biscuits,
It would be enough to see the weekend trip.
Oh, Holy Mother of God, I don't know if you exist,
Or is it just me fearing my actions;
I know I'll end up taking hits and blows,
Walking on roads I should never go,
It's too hot to wear a coat today,
But it's too cold to let the wind touch;
'Tis tough to ensure your temperature at times,
Let alone your rhyming schemes.
I have never showed my displeasure,
At water puddles on the road;
It's something silly to be proud of,
But it's still important to know.
I love walking alone in this gloomy streets,
Buildings of cracked plasters with cracked heads;
There's always the risk I take of falling,
Down on my face when you keep calling.
But it's been days since you've come by,
And the clouds have never left my place;
I won't say it's important to a man who doesn't care,
Just that it would make him happy for a while.
I'm but a lonely man writing poems at night,
Or at day, when the sparrows seem to quarrel;
A man who eats lunch with his head out the window,
To see the sight of his life's lullaby.
Which he will sing to your child if he ever comes,
In this dreary world where dreams never realise;
Where you are just a piece of a song written by,
A lonely man who travels alone writing poems at night.
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